St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-11-04

great Delle. Ole look Immensely,
| just because she was so utterly in
has nephew who is gambler and
everything else that's bad: he paid as
siduOus court to Miss Holme and met
with no success. He wanted the girls
mOney-she has plenty in her own right
land Orna hated him. Finally, one
might he proposed; she rejected him
lSeOrrowfully. She is younger than she
! looks, educated in convent in France,
and not very well versed in the
ways of the world. The scoundrel
furious at having failed, turned on her,
told her she was pauper, that she had
no claim on Baron Payne's bounty, be-
ing only waif he had cared for, and
| there is no knowing what else he may
have said. She must have been nearly
sdistracted. Keenly sensitive and terribly
proud. strangely enough she never
stopped to question what he told her,
! but, taking few things that were her
own, among them the watch which had
been her mothers, she left the house
that might, leaving note to the effect
1thatishe would not trespaSS any longer
on the barOn's bounty. The baron
was frantic. He confronted his nephew
the next morning. and the coward
owned up to enough to make the old
man forbid his ever entering the house
again. Search for Miss Holme had been
fruitleSS. 1t is marvellous that you, of
all people, should have found her out
and fallen i'm love-"
II didn't say had fallen in love-"
said Philip, testify.
mo, but your appearance indicates
that fact. | shall telegraph her uncle
as soon as we reach civilization; the old
baron will be OverjOyed."
1t has been hot day. unoommonly so
for late September, and Orna HClme,
trudging along the dusty road home
ward, feels weary and heartsick.
Teaching country children is hardly a
cOngenial occupation for a girl brought
up as an heireSS, and this day has been
an unusually weariSOme one.
Mrs. Dean meets her at the door.
''There is gentleman i'll the sitting
room waiting for YOU" she says; and
Orna, her heart tiuttering strangely
with the hope that it may be Philip Car
rick, enters the room, and comforts her
uncle.
"Uncle. Oh. uncle."
She is clasped in his arms, and tor
rent of tears keeps back all further
words.
Having grown calmer, the baron tells
her how Alfred Crosby had telegraphed
of her whereabouts, and how he had
travelled night and day to reach her.
''Why did you do thiS?' he says re-
proachfully. could YOU not have
trusted me, and rested in my love?'
but he told me that you had said to
him in the presence of others that was
not your niece. and mat when l was
married your duty towards me would be
discharged"
Little by little the baron convinces
the high-tempered, foolish girl how
wrong she has been, what danger she
| might have fallen into by her romantic
escapade. and when, the next day. hav-
ing procured a substitute to teach the
tOw-headed children, he starts home
with her, it is very penitent as well as
happy lady who sits beside him.
They both wonder how Alfred Crosby
traced her, but it is not till long after
wards that they learn. ia
Philip Carrick means to forget the
girl who has treated his love so cOldly,
but to resolve is one thing and to forget
another. He devOteS himself to his pro-
fessiOn, but hard work produces weari-
ness. not forgetfulness.
And Orna-her heart fails her when
she remembers her systematic GOODNESS
toward one to whom she finds she has
given her love, without any premedita
ton ON her part. Society welcomes her
back with open arms, and open siege is
made for the capture of her heart, but it
is useless.
One day letter is brought to her. and
she hesitateS before opening the thick,
creamy envelope. Having done this she
reads:
Dear Miss Holme: Perhaps it is not wise
for me to write You this letter. But what
doesit matter: Why should try to conceal
that which you already know! | love you.
/ learned the lesson in those beautiful days
spent IN your society at Stony Point and the
lesson is one L shall never forget. l have
tried hard to forget you, for you never
gave NE the least encouragement; but,
my darling, if you will let 1me try to
win your love, with the hope that some day
may be successful l shall be perfectly
happy, for life holds for me no greater bless
ing than the hope of some time making you
my wife. May come to you? If L see you
sometimes l will be patient and wait until
you are willing to hear all that / would say.
/ shall count the hours until your answer
fully give me a little word OF hope, will you
not do so? PHILIP CARRICK.
Orna shed happy tears over this letter;
she thought he had forgotten her, and
has been teaching herself to give him
up, knowing that it is her own fault
that she has lost his love. Had she
been less bitter and cold he would have
spoken before he parted. His letter is
like a cup of water held to thirsty lips.
Fearful of betraying how much she
cares for him, she writes briefly:
You may come 1 could not forget you.
ORNA.
Two days later Miss Holme goes
down to the drawing room to meet Mr..
Carrick. He said in his letter that he
would be patient and wait but mans
love is never patient, and he has waited
too long already. Perhaps something
in the sweet face as she gives him her
hand tells him that he need wait no
longer, for he looks down into her eyes
and says gravely without preface, ''Will
you be my wife?'
AT last She yields, a prisoner of love.